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Do you see? He stirs beneath his robe! Electra
Alas! Your noisy words have roused him from his sleep. Chorus
No, I think he is asleep. Electra
 Leave us, go away from the house! circle back again! cease this noise! Chorus
He is asleep. Electra
You are right. O Lady Night,  giver of sleep to hard-working mortals, come from Erebus, come, wing your way to the palace of Agamemnon.  For with misery and woe we are lost, we are gone. There! that noise again! Be still, be still, and keep the sound of your voice  away from his couch; let him enjoy his sleep in peace, my dear!